Glass Poetry Press

Volume Six Issue One

Lawrence Eby

from Project Bombardier: Poems in Response to Aerial Bombings


The bomb has stopped mid-burst. Flash, a milky soup reaching out to wrap around knuckle lines. Shroud the body, clean the skin from its bones. An apartment is loud with vacuums before the carpet can no longer be stood upon. A bicycle hides in an alleyway. Clotheslines unstring themselves to sit at the head of a basement table, counting through coins and fish heads. A payment due before the bridge fails.